A rain-soaked universe,
Delight in passing time,
Moments still are moments
With an effervescent rhyme.
Silence still pervades,
As I dream of glory days,
With that,
The throbbing, unknown breath,
There still exist sun rays.
See beyond the face
Of what might just be mundane,
It is not so,
You cannot know,
Head up,
And wear your crown.
From here,
With this,
No matter what,
There is no looking down.
No fear,
No sound,
A placid stream,
A vapid,
Uncemented dream.
Semaine,
And jour,
And ticking time,
Oar stroke peace,
And pour the wine.